however the world turns
my mouth overflows germs
I am dirty & ill
& I won't take my pill
I fight the flush alone
by the still moat of home
but I lose heart with pain
so I pluck it again
while I wait in the shade
for the sun like a blade
(by the time it crashes
my cuts will bleed ashes)
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